A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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Tumhari achchai bahut achchi lagti hai,

Tumhari burai bahut buri lagti hai

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आंखों मे�

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रंजिश क्या करे हम उनसे

ये अपना दिल

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've oft been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one,
And Heaven punishes d

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First time we met,

We smiled laughed and played,

By the big Oak Tree in the back,

MAN SE SWIKAR

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VO BHARAT DESH HAI MERA

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती �

SIR KA BOJH

 

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